Chapter 126: Tang Family’s One-on-One Love Training

Nanchang Jiaoyuan College, Room 812.

Tang Yunle sat alone in front of the computer, with no one else in the dorm; Li Wei and Lin Haiyu had both transferred schools.

It was said that their families received help from a noble person, soaring to success, and directly switched to a better school.

Currently, only Qin Liang and Tang Yunle remained in the dorm, but Tang Yunle could tell at a glance who that unknown noble person was.

Her fingertips tapped the keyboard, communicating with Sister Meng from the virtual world male emotional value provider platform:

“Yes, Sister Meng, I’m resigning.”

“Thank you for the trouble these past few months.”

“No need to transfer this month’s salary to my bank card, goodbye, no, never see you again.”

After sending the message, she logged into the accounts of the Cola Pepsi sisters, using the Cola account to actively send “Let’s break up” to Qin Liang, and then canceled both accounts.

In this way, thoroughly burying her dark history, Tang Yunle finally let out a sigh of relief.

Swaying her black-stocking-clad legs, her fingertips unconsciously tapped the desktop, her gaze sweeping over Qin Liang’s clean and tidy computer desk.

“What exactly is this guy busy with?” Tang Yunle muttered softly, the slippers at her feet kicked into a spin.

Usually, if there were no classes, the two would either go out shopping or stay in the dorm playing games.

But starting a few days ago, Qin Liang hadn’t been returning to the dorm much, and Tang Yunle was also only in the dorm, not knowing what those two were up to.

At the same time,

“The previous lectures have systematically let me understand my sister, once that sunny and upward big boy, now a TS girl just a thread away from complete fall— Tang Yunle.”

The pointer tapped toward the yellowed old photo in the dorm, the boy in the photo wearing a washed-out school uniform, carrying a half-worn backpack, gazing at the snack stall in front, his eyes hiding longing.

“So today, let me explain how to pursue her.”

Tang Yunke held the pointer, suddenly turning sideways to look at Qin Liang, raising her brow to ask:

“After getting along for so long, what do you think my sis lacks the most right now?”

Qin Liang stared at the old photo on the whiteboard, the longing in the boy’s eyes like a fine needle, gently pricking his heart. He pondered for a moment, his tone firm:

“Security.”

Tang Yunke, upon hearing, shook the pointer, her fingertip tapping on the words “lacking security,” the corner of her mouth curving into a shallow arc: “You got part of it right.”

She turned around, the pointer drawing a sharp arc on the whiteboard. New words emerged out of thin air— 【Courage and Confidence to Love Others】

“More accurately,” Tang Yunke’s voice deepened, her gaze falling on Tang Yunle’s current photo, “What my sister Tang Yunle needs is the courage to hand over her heart, the confidence to believe she deserves to be loved.”

“In her view, the gap between her and you is too big, whether in family status or background, she doesn’t deserve you.”

The pointer gently tapped on the photo where Tang Yunle pursed her lips, “She once craved love because she lacked love, she likes money a lot because she’s been poor, she doesn’t want to fully hand over her heart because in the future she’s afraid of being abandoned and hurt.”

“So the core of pursuing her isn’t sending how many things, saying how many sweet words, but making her feel she has that courage and confidence, to believe that being loved is stable, won’t easily disappear.”

“Today’s lesson is over, do you understand?”

Qin Liang frowned, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the desktop: “Not quite. Making her believe being loved is stable… specifically how to do it?”

Tang Yunke’s hand holding the pointer suddenly paused, then she puffed up angrily and poked the pointer onto the podium: “You this person! Was your emotional intelligence eaten by a dog?”

She glared at him with hands on hips, “I said it so clearly, the core is giving her courage and confidence! Not making you list an action plan!”

Qin Liang rubbed his brow, somewhat headache.

What Tang Yunke said was right; having received treatment in the hospital since childhood, his emotional intelligence was indeed not high.

Otherwise, hire a few emotional studies professors,

Wait, professors.

The boy’s ice-blue pupils darkened slightly.

He suddenly thought of something he had never paid attention to before; this pen was originally given by some little shota when adopting Yanhuo.

Later it fell into Professor Zhou’s hands, and Professor Zhou’s words once sounded inexplicable, but now they seemed profound.

Since that’s the case, then this pen is yours from now on, you can do anything with it.

Do anything?

Could it be that Professor Zhou knew this pen has the ‘wish-fulfillment’ ability?

Qin Liang stared at the black-shelled fountain pen in his hand, brows slightly furrowed,

After contemplating, he silently thought: “Let me know Professor Zhou’s current location.”

As soon as this thought arose, the surrounding space suddenly trembled violently.

Tang Yunke was sipping iced lemon water, feeling the familiar aura and the vibrating space around, suddenly looked at Qin Liang, sternly questioning, “What did you do?!”

Before Qin Liang could speak, a clear dragon roar suddenly came from all around, like some colossal creature crashing through layers of barriers.

The light tracks overhead shook wildly, the projected light and shadows flickering bright and dark on their faces.

“Oh no, it’s that black dragon!” Tang Yunke’s face changed drastically, grabbing Qin Liang’s wrist in one hand, her fingertips ice-cold, “Run!”

Her other hand pressed hard on the wall, the pointer turning into a silver gleam piercing into the void.

With a “crack” sound, a twisted fissure opened behind, vaguely revealing rolling silver-white mist.

Tang Yunke dragged Qin Liang toward the fissure; he was pulled stumbling, nearly falling.

The dragon roar behind grew closer, carrying deafening pressure. Qin Liang was dragged by Tang Yunke through the viscous white void, only hearing her grit her teeth and growl low:

“Really unlucky, finally got rid of that bad black dragon, now you attracted it again!”

“After this, you must give me a hundred thousand bucks, or I’m not done with you!”

Tang Yunke glared viciously at Qin Liang; seeing him nod in agreement, she then dragged him rushing into the fissure, the dragon roar behind already at their heels, with scorching air waves singeing their necks painfully.

“Hold on tight!” Tang Yunke shouted low, suddenly accelerating.

Just as the two were about to fully enter the fissure, a jet-black dragon breath grazed past their backs, the air instantly igniting, the scorched smell of fabric choking them blind.

Qin Liang only felt a burning pain on his back, his T-shirt curling like paper, Tang Yunke’s white stockings also singed at a corner, revealing a few shallow red marks on her fair calf.

“Bang—”

The fissure suddenly closed behind them, the two heavily falling into a softness.

Qin Liang’s back first hit the solid bed board, pain making him grunt muffled, then his back was heavily hit by Tang Yunke, the two rolling into a tangle, hair messily entwined.

Qin Liang’s shirt was burned with several holes by the dragon breath, collar askew to one side, revealing red marks at the collarbone, Tang Yunke’s hair messily stuck to her sweat-damp forehead, the originally neat collar pulled open, revealing half a fair neck.

“Cough cough, you this bad black dragon, sooner or later I have to…” Tang Yunke covered her mouth coughing, just lifting her head to curse, but her gaze suddenly met a stunned look.

Tang Yunle was sitting right in front of the computer desk, still holding the unclosed mouse, her eyes wide and round, her gaze sweeping back and forth between their disheveled appearances and Qin Liang’s shirt burned beyond recognition, finally fixing on their faces.